An American In Paris
I had totally regretted signing on to help out, and in return watch, An American in Paris last weekend. It was a show that I still hadn’t seen and I was like OK. Then when I thought about it, I was all, “A 2.5 hour show on a Saturday afternoon? Kill me.” But I didn’t want to bail so I went. I was pleased when the exposition was set and it was a story that was semi-interesting to me. An American soldier who chooses to stay behind in Paris after world war 2? Sign me up.
I’m not the biggest fan of Gershwin music but it’s familiar and not the worst. I thought they weaved the songs together in a way that worked to move the story along and I thought a lot of the choreography was beautiful. The story didn’t have a fairytale ending which was fine with me, probably even preferable (though sad because of how we have all been conditioned to expect it). I enjoyed it as much as I could but truth be told, it was a little long. An hour and forty five minutes would’ve sufficed.
I was excited to see Max Von Essen because I grew up watching him in benefits and smaller shows and he didn’t disappoint. He was lovely. The lead, Leanne Cope, reminded me of Cristin Milioti in Once but if she could also dance. Dimitri Kleioris as the American, Jerry, was excellent, too. The rest of the cast was uniformly talented and easy to watch, and listen to.
This wouldn’t be the first, or fifth, show I’d recommend to someone but it was entertaining to say the least.
Fancy Honey From French Bees
J came over last week and knowing my love of honey in my tea and on toast, he deposited this jar on my counter and told me I had to try it. His colleague owns the company H. Eckford Specialty Foods and imports the honey directly from France.
This isn’t flavored honey, though. Each individual honey has the distinct flavor of the flowers the bees took the pollen from, which is a super cool concept.
I’ve been using this honey nonstop in tea, on peanut butter toast, on crackers. You name it. It’s just sweet enough to make my green tea tolerable (because if we’re being real, green tea is super bland).
If you like artisanal anything (or everything!), give this honey a go. I’m looking forward to trying the lavender one eventually.
Excuse My French (Lower East Side, NYC)
After my friend’s husband’s concert on Saturday night, J and I headed over to Excuse My French. I had decided I absolutely had to try the little French cocktail and tapas place on Elderidge Street that I’d seen in Time Out New York a couple of days before. The drink was purple. I wanted to see it in person.
We took seats at the bar, ordered a cheese and baguette platter, and some drinks. I had the L’Antonieta and I was given a history lesson as it was poured by an extremely friendly bartender, too. The L’Antonieta “pays homage to 20th-century Mexican intellectual Antonieta Rivas Mercado, who shot herself on the alter of Notre Dame in the name of unrequited love.” The drink itself is made of mescal, Cointreau, and a syrup of butterfly pea flowers. It was smokey and sweet at the same time.
We ended the night with glasses of rose colored hibiscus champagne. Mine had an actual hibiscus in it which was edible and I totally ate it. The cheese platter was also delicious.
I’d give this place five stars for a lovely atmosphere, well-crafted drinks, and unexpected history lessons.